The Writers' Circle

12:15am:
The screaming as stopped, but I can still hear running. It was madness outside a few minutes ago. I could hear loads of people running while screaming and yelling in terror, and then these spine chilling cries; which I can only presume were some wild beasts in chase.
What the hell's going on?

1:33pm:
I've been stuck in this garage since I woke at twelve and ever since I drunkenly 
stumbled in here last night to grab another six pack and locked myself in. Frickin' Gumbar.

2:05pm:
I'm starving, hung-over, and the constant sound of footsteps is doin' my head in. Why can't anyone hear me shouting? Deaf bastards.

2:11pm:
That's it, no more waiting; I think I can finally open the garage door from inside. I've got to know what's going on out there. Will probably need more than one page for my next entry.
Here goes.